A mother burst through the door to find her husband and their young son waiting, their faces bearing the familiar, weary boredom of another day in the slums.
"You're back late. Did you get the Packs?"
"Better," she said to her husband with excitement, placing four warm containers on the table between them. "Look."
Her son looked at the container with disinterest. "What is it?"
"It's food!" she whispered. She opened the lid, and the rich, savory aroma of the stir-fry filled their small home. Her husband and son stared with wide eyes.
They watched as she took a bite, a look of pure, blissful ecstasy on her face and they didn't hesitate to take a spoonful afterwards.
Their reaction was identical to her own. The explosion of flavor, the warmth, and the gentle, invigorating surge of mana through their body.
